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Bayou, bayou, bayou, bayou.
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Now, here's a little tale about a flock of geese,
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lookin' for a home and lookin' for a peace,
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but before they're safely in the southern sand
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they gotta watch out for that critter called man.
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There's a goose and a gander and a goslin' child,
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headin' on south at the call of the wild.
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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
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Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou.
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Well, the wind from the north it chills you to the bone,
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and the call of the wild is callin' me : come home !
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I'll lead my band of geese a marry trip,
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we'll navigate that mighty Mississipp'.
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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
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Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou.
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Bayou.
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Bayou. Bayou.
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Bayou.
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Bayou.
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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
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Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou.
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Bayou.
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My pappy led this band of twenty-three,
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and the second in command included me.
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He made one fatal slip and he flew too low,
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the long toms got him from the old bayou.
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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
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Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou.
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bayou, bayou, bayou .....
Written by desconhecido